Masuk
Hailey Queen
"Babe it's not what it looks like, I didn't hit her, I swear,” My voice trembled as my heart pounded so violently that I felt it in my throat. "How dare you? I'm done with your pathetic attitude Hailey.” Brighton…My boyfriend said. Just when I thought he would stand by my side and pick me up, he walked towards Madison and wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her impossibly close, she giggled like they're sworn lovers. I blink tears away as I glared at my sobbing step-sister. What a pretentious bitch. I glanced at his half buttoned shirt, and my heart cracked into a thousand pieces. "You got Madison's name tattooed on your chest?" "Oh this? It's my way of showing her I love her and not you. Madison may be your sister but she's my soulmate," Brighton spat, grinning like a man who just won a trophy. Tears streamed down my face, how could I be strong? I stepped forward, trembling. “Brighton… please, don’t do this…” He laughed, a low, suffocating sound. “Don’t do what? Hailey, you hit Madison, didn’t you? You’ve always been jealous of her. You are jealous of the bond we have. Why else would you even think of touching her?” My hands flew to my chest. “I… I didn’t do such a thing, she is lying—” But he cut me off with a sharp push that sent me stumbling backwards. “Don’t lie to me! She has told me already, Madison never lies, you little desperate fool. Always trying to ruin things for everyone!” I caught a glance at Madison at the corner of my eye, she had a grin on her face. She must have enjoyed this. He grabbed my arm with an iron grip, yanking me toward him. “Answer me....why did you hit her, huh? Tell me!” “I told you, I didn't!” I blink away a few tears. Tears stung my eyes as I shook my head, but my words nearly died in my throat. “I thought you loved me,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “You invited me here, I'm your girlfriend. You are not even believing I'm innocent!” SLAP!! Brighton slapped me across the face so hard my cheek burnt, leaving a sting that ran down my jaw. “Loved you? Hahaha! You think I would actually love someone like you?” He shoved me again, this time forcing me to land roughly against the wall. The crowd around us erupted in laughter and jeers. He leaned in, his face twisted with mockery. “You’re pathetic, Hailey. Always jealous, always desperate. I only dated you because you were convenient, because i thought you're a good person till you showed your true colours .” He took a wine glass and poured it on my head, making my hair wet immediately. “You never wanted to accept it Hailey, you knew he only came to visit because of me.” Madison folded her arms and scoffed. I felt my knees weaken, but he didn't give me a moment to catch my breath. He shoved me again, harder this time, making me hit the floor. I heard the thud of my back against the tile. My glasses slip down my nose, and my tears blur everything around me. Brighton turned towards Madison with a triumphant grin, then back at me. “And look at you—still fake crying, You are a very good actor. Pathetic little virgin.” “Madison, tell him the truth, tell him I didn't hit you,” I sobbed, wiping the tears off my cheeks. But she just scoffed, dismissing me like I'm purely nothing. I choked on a sob as he knelt slightly to spit mockingly in my direction, then smirked. “And if you ever dare tell anyone we are dating… I’ll make sure I break more than just your fingers.” He warned. He grabbed a bucket of red liquid from one of the party tables and splashed it over me. It dripped down my hair and clothes, sticking like glue. I cough, sputtering, the laughter of the crowd ringing in my ears. “You think anyone will care about you?” he scoffed. “No one cares about you! Everyone’s laughing at you, Hailey. Pathetic little Hailey Queen.” Madison stepped closer, smirking, and whispered cruelly, “I heard she moans your name in her sleep.” She took out my diary from my bag and threw it at Brighton, “see... she is a stalker and a creep!” “Bring that back, it's private!” I tried reaching for the diary but Brighton pushed me away, making other students snicker. “What the fuck? I knew you were a weirdo,” He scoffed as he ripped my diary in pieces. Brighton pushed me again, making me fall backward on my hands and knees. I was trembling, humiliated, and alone. The party continued around me as if I don’t exist, the lights glaring, the music booming, everyone cheering for my misery. "Brighton… I thought you loved me… that you believed in us," I sob, my voice cracking as hot tears stream down my face. He laughed, a sound like knives scraping metal. “Loved you? Hahaha—me? You’re nothing to me. Never were. And tonight, everyone knows the truth…. everyone sees it! You literally just hurt Madison because of your stupid obsession with me.” “But–” I tried to speak, but I could only cough out blood. I try to stand, but he shoved me so hard I hit the floor again, everyone laughed again. My head spins, my back ached, and my heart felt like it’s being torn apart. Then… a deep manly voice I’ve never heard before. "Hey, leave her alone!"Hailey's pov I couldn’t breathe in that house anymore.Roy’s soft snores from the bedroom, the sterile smell of bandages, the way Ryan kept pacing like a caged tiger—it all pressed in on me until I felt like I was suffocating under the weight of what Brighton had stolen.My man—my strong, unbreakable hockey captain—was lying broken because of that snake.And no one was doing anything about it.Not the police. Not the school. Not even the Williams empire could move fast enough.I had to do something.I slipped out of bed like a shadow in some bad revenge movie, pulling on black leggings, a black hoodie and tying my hair back in a fierce ponytail that screamed “don’t mess with me.”I grabbed the keys to my car..the one they’d just fixed after the brake sabotage..and tiptoed down the hall.Of course, I didn’t make it to the garage.A strong arm caught me around the waist just as I reached for the door handle.“And where do you think you’re going, princess?” Ryan’s voice was low, dangero
Hailey's pov Morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and golden, wrapping the room in a lazy haze. I woke slowly, cocooned between Roy and Ryan—their bodies warm, arms draped over me like they never wanted to let go.Roy stirred first, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Morning, beautiful.”Ryan’s hand slid up my thigh, lips brushing my shoulder. “Our queen deserves to be spoiled today.”And they did.They pampered me like I was something precious—Roy carrying me to the bathroom when my legs felt like jelly, drawing a bubble bath while Ryan fed me bites of fresh fruit from the tray he’d brought up. They washed my hair, massaged my sore muscles, kissed every faint mark from last night like apologies and worship all at once.I felt like royalty—cherished, adored, floating on a cloud of contentment.After breakfast in bed (pancakes shaped like hearts, because Ryan insisted), they surprised me with swimsuits laid out on the dresser.“Pool day,” Roy said, grinning. “Private
Hailey's pov The afterglow barely settled before the hunger resurfaced—darker this time, edged with something raw and possessive. I lay between them, skin flushed and sensitive, every breath reminding me how thoroughly they’d claimed me moments ago.Ryan’s eyes met Roy’s over my shoulder—a silent conversation, electric and unspoken. Ryan’s smirk curled slow and dangerous as he reached for the nightstand drawer.The silk ties spilled into his palm—deep crimson, cool and slippery, whispering promises as he let them trail across my collarbone.My pulse spiked instantly.Roy’s hand closed around my wrist, thumb pressing into the frantic beat there. “You feel that?” he murmured, voice a low rumble that vibrated through my chest. “Your heart’s racing already. You want this.”I swallowed, nodding before words could form. “Yes.”Ryan leaned in, lips brushing my ear, breath hot and deliberate. “Say it louder, princess. Tell us you want to be tied up. Helpless. Completely at our mercy.”The wo
Hailey's pov The final buzzer sounded like freedom.Roy’s team crushed the opposition—clean sweep, no suspicious plays, no accidents. Ryan’s security had been ironclad; the Vargas never showed. Brighton was nowhere in sight.Roy skated a victory lap, helmet off, hair soaked with sweat, eyes finding me in the stands. He pointed his stick right at me, that rare, full grin breaking across his face. The crowd roared, but all I saw was him.We won tonight.By the time we got home—the real home, not the safe house—the adrenaline still hummed in our veins like electricity begging to arc. Ryan was already there, waiting in the driveway, arms crossed, relief etched in his features when he saw us pull up safe.He pulled me into a crushing hug first, lips brushing my ear. “You okay, princess?”“Better now,” I whispered, clinging to him.Roy came around the truck, slamming the door. The three of us tangled in the doorway—no words at first, just the raw need to feel each other alive.Inside, the
Hailey's pov The final bell couldn’t come soon enough. Roy was waiting for me outside the rink doors, truck idling, eyes scanning the lot like he expected trouble to materialize out of thin air. When he saw me, the tension in his shoulders eased just a fraction. He opened the passenger door, helped me in with a careful hand on my waist, and brushed a soft kiss against my temple before closing it.The drive home started quiet. Too quiet. Both of us still buzzing from what happened in the showers—every glance in the rearview mirror, every shift of his hand on the gearshift reminded me of hot water, slick skin, his body driving into mine.I watched the way his forearm flexed when he turned the wheel, the way his jaw clenched when he thought I wasn’t looking. My thighs pressed together involuntarily, heat pooling low in my belly.He noticed. Of course he did.His right hand left the wheel and settled on my bare knee, thumb stroking slow circles. Higher. Higher. Until his fingers slipped
Hailey's pov We didn’t go home.Roy took back roads, doubling back twice to make sure no headlights followed. My hands shook the entire drive, adrenaline crashing into cold fear. He kept one hand on the wheel, the other locked around mine like a lifeline.As soon as we hit a straight stretch, he dialed Ryan on speaker.“It’s the Vargas,” Roy said without greeting. “Brighton’s working with them. Planning to take me out at tomorrow’s game—equipment sabotage, maybe worse. They gave him a gun. We were spotted. Shots fired.”Ryan’s voice was deadly calm. “How many?”“Four. Armed. They’ll come hard now.”A beat of silence. “Get to the safe house. I’m rallying everyone—our guys, allies, whoever owes us. This ends tomorrow.”Roy nodded even though Ryan couldn’t see. “Brighton’s desperate. Hailey’s dad must’ve cut him off—no more money, no more cover.”I stared out the window, pieces clicking. Dad had always liked Brighton—saw him as “good stock.” But after the scandals, the company collapse…







